Reality leak
They're building a vast new shopping thingy in Bath, which will no doubt remain half-empty for a couple of years. It's made of steel and concrete and big low-loaders trundle up with great flat plates of Bathness that they bolt to the outside so it looks like the rest of the pretend buildings there. They could be making the same thing in a different town with a different local stone and the flat plates of locality would probably come from the same factory.
It's pish, of course.
I walked through the edge of the Slaver's Market at the weekend. It was as if a copy of Grazia had come to life and been invaded by shoppy-shoppy people. It'll be just like that. Fucking nowhere.
Anyway.
For the thingy in Bath, they dug a massive pit and planted some green tower cranes. Now it's dark in the evening, the cranes are spotlit from below. They looked a bit odd on the walk back to the station; there was something wrong about the scene that I just couldn't place.
On the way back home from London the other week, I dozed off for a while. I woke up when the train stopped at Bath, leaning against the window.
Looming over me was a lit-from-beneath green tower crane with a great glowing object at the one end.
It took me several seconds to work out that I hadn't accidentally fallen into the plot of 'Quatermass and the pit'.
The crane with 'Seasons greetings' in a yard high lit up sixties font at the counterweight end still gives me the fear.
It's pish, of course.
I walked through the edge of the Slaver's Market at the weekend. It was as if a copy of Grazia had come to life and been invaded by shoppy-shoppy people. It'll be just like that. Fucking nowhere.
Anyway.
For the thingy in Bath, they dug a massive pit and planted some green tower cranes. Now it's dark in the evening, the cranes are spotlit from below. They looked a bit odd on the walk back to the station; there was something wrong about the scene that I just couldn't place.
On the way back home from London the other week, I dozed off for a while. I woke up when the train stopped at Bath, leaning against the window.
Looming over me was a lit-from-beneath green tower crane with a great glowing object at the one end.
It took me several seconds to work out that I hadn't accidentally fallen into the plot of 'Quatermass and the pit'.
The crane with 'Seasons greetings' in a yard high lit up sixties font at the counterweight end still gives me the fear.